She died young, in a tragic accident. Death took pity, and gave her a choice. She could pass on now, and face whatever came next alone, or she could wait.
She died on the eve of her marriage and was very much in love. The thought of going through eternity alone was anathema to her. She decided to stay.
She spent years alone, chained to her grave, thinking only of her love. But as the decades passed, she started to lose faith. What if they’d moved on?
Finally, they were reunited. Her bride took her hand, and they left together.

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